Jen felt bored as she set the bags of groceries into the back seat of her car. Her life had become rather boring, filled with shopping and housework. She knew the reason she guessed, she just didn't know what to do about it. Married to the same boring man for 8 years can do that to you. Frank was a good man and all, even brought home a healthy salary... but... he wasn't exciting. He didn't give her a thrill. He didn't make her heart jump when she saw him. He barely even got her heart to jump in bed. And she married early, too, at 18, so she felt she had missed a huge portion of her youth. She never had a chance to chase after some wild band member. She never had a chance to ride on the back of a Harley, with the wind blowing in her hair and the smell of leather on the man in front of her. She never had a chance to have sex in some wild public place. These things were relegated to her fantasies, the ones that made her furiously masturbate. She needed something to spice her life up. She sat in the driver's seat idly thinking about what kind of activities she might be interested in, what would excite her and motivate her.
There was a small assortment of social activities in this small, midwestern town, but not enough that something really piqued her interest. Everything seemed... the same... boring. She laughed, wondering if there was some kind of swinger group around. She felt her sex twinge and knew that would be some fun excitement.
She waved idly when one of the other women in town said hi from a few cars down, barely even looking up from the paper. A shadow then slowly crept across the page, blocking her light. It was in the shape of a head, so she knew someone had walked up to her while she was distracted. She looked up and only saw the dark silhouette against the sun.
"Can I help you?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the light.
"Yeah," the voice said. A knife slipped into view, pointing at her. "You can slide on over, darlin'."
The man pushed her into the car, forcing her over into the passenger seat. She was so scared. She couldn't scream, couldn't fight back. The knife was large, and obviously sharp. Her heart was racing, her breathing quick as she froze, wondering what was going to happen to her.
He closed the driver's door, and started up the car, quickly pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street, screeching the tires. It was as if he *wanted* to draw attention to himself.
She couldn't take her eyes off the knife. It scared her so as he held it between them. There was something else, though, too... it... excited her. She felt her mind wander briefly, wondering what he was going to do with her. She imagined some pretty exciting things. The car merged onto the long, rural road heading west and he sped up remarkedly. She felt the speed pressing her into her seat, the bumps and dips in the road moving her about like a rollercoaster. The adrenalin in her body was pumping and she felt a rush.
She closed her eyes, trying to deny what she felt. The man turned on the radio, blaring some heavy beat rock music that seemed to just spur him on, making him drive faster and more recklessly. She hadn't listened to music like that in so long. They passed cars at a high rate of speed and she knew that any mistake would likely cost them their lives.
"What's your name, darlin'?" he yelled looking over at her, smiling broadly. She was pressed against the door, as far from him as possible. She couldn't believe it, but he was... having fun!
"Jjj... Jenifer," she mumbled, barely able to speak.
"Well, nice to meet you Jen. I'm Vince. But you can call me Big Daddy... woooooo hoooooo," he yelled out the window as they sped down the road.
They drove like that for over an hour, moving as fast as they could, passing cars and trucks along the way no matter the danger ahead. He noticed the gas tank was quickly getting empty and started looking for a station. They pulled into one after another thirty minutes and rolled up to the pump.
"You don't go nowhere now, you hear?" he said, putting his hand on her thigh.
He got out of the car and put the nozzle into the tank, starting it filling. She squirmed in her seat for a moment, realizing she had to go to the bathroom. She wondered if he'd even let her, and rolled the window down.
"Excuse me... but I have to use the bathroom."
He walked to the window, gazing down at her, determining her truthfulness. "Ok, darlin'. You come on out." He helped her open the door and walked her to the bathroom. Taking a quick look around the outside, he opened the door and peered inside, pulling her with him.
"Can I go in private?" she asked, surprised.
"This *is* private," he replied, locking the door from the inside. "Go on now, get your business done."
She walked over to the toilet and placed the protective paper on the seat, turned, and reached up under her dress, pulling her panties down. She tried to hide as much as possible, feeling very uncomfortable and stimulated with him there, watching her.
"You do make this difficult. I'm not sure I can pee with you standing there."
"Then you don't have to go. I don't give a fuck." He eyed her position, smiling at how timid she was. "Give me your panties," he demanded.
She couldn't believe he would say something like that and held them protectively. "Wh... what?"
"I said, give me your panties, and I'm not gonna ask again," he said pulling the knife free again.
She pulled then off her legs, holding them carefully for him to take. He reached over and snatched them from her hand, quickly cut them up with the knife, and threw them in the trash.
"Thank you," he smiled.
She looked down, puzzled and excited by his audacity. She didn't want to, but couldn't stop herself as she started peeing.
"There," he laughed. "See how easy that is?"
She smiled uneasily. When she was finished, she wiped and then let her skirt fall back down to her knees again. As she walked over to the door, he pushed her against the wall, roughly, holding her there with the knife at her throat. With his left hand, he grabbed her dress, pulling it above her hips. He smiled down at her, making her wince. She was so scared, wondering what he was going to do with her. He inhaled in her hair, smelling her. She could feel his breath by her ear, exciting her.
She breathed heavily as she felt his fingers touch her mound, slide along her labia. She closed her eyes as she panted in excitement. She knew she shouldn't feel like this, but couldn't help it. Frank had never been like this. He was strictly a missionary-in-the-bed-with-the-lights-off kind of lover. Vince's fingers danced across her clit and tickled her thighs while he leaned down and kissed her deeply. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. She actually wanted his touch, was longing for it. This was incredibly wrong and crazy but was so sexy. His fingers pushed into her and she moaned excitedly, putting her hands on his shoulders for balance. When he withdrew again, he rapidly swiped her clit until she was panting with desire and need.
Then he did the unthinkable. He pulled the knife from her throat and started unfastening his pants, all the while kissing and licking her neck. He was going to fuck her, she thought, and she knew she was going to let him.
She heard his pants fall down, heard him grunt excitedly as he pushed her against the wall. Her hand grabbed her leg, lifting it up to his hip. His cock was touching her now, searching for her entrance. She felt it slide through her hot, wet pussy, felt herself open for him. He found his mark and he thrust in quickly, starting to fuck with quick, short strokes. Her gasps mingled with his grunts through the small space. They were like wild animals in heat... no love... no romance... just wild, animalistic fucking.
The thought made her cum quickly, her body shuddering, her lips professing her enjoyment. And still he kept pumping, more rapidly now as he neared his own orgasm. After only another minute his grunting became more insistent, his strokes more erratic and fevered. Suddenly she felt his body shake and he erupted into her. Fuck, that was so exciting to her and she came again at the thought.
As quickly as it began, it ended. He put his pants back on and they left the bathroom quickly with him pulling her by the arm. When they reached the car, he removed the line from the gas tank, and closed it up. He looked up and down the road for a minute and then walked purposefully into the station. She leaned against the car, shivering with excitement, knowing she should run for her life but unable to.